He was dead, the boy, Johnny, was dead. Dally, he died also. Right after ditching the money at my house. Went and got himself shot by the fuzz. Dallas and Johnny, the "Heros" were dead. But those boys, they were no heros. Johnny, he was just a greaser at the wrong place at the right time and Dallas, he was just a fucking idiot. He died because of a stupid kid. A kid who went off and broke himself, stop being a true greaser. Went off and saved a bunch of kids from a fire. That's not a greaser, it's not a soc either. Him and Curtis, they were their own selves.

Here I was, laying on the damn bed, thinking about Dallas and Cade. Why the hell did I even care about the fact Dallas and the kid were dead. I wasn't supposed to care like this. Feel bad about them. Tim Shepard wasn't supposed to have feelings, wasn't supposed to care like this. I shouldn't care, they were just some other greasers. But the kid, he was laying in the hospital on death's bed for only a day before he passed and Dallas, he must have cared a lot about the Johnny kid to go and get himself killed because of him.

I rolled over so my face was into the pillow. This place smelled like beer and other drinks. But you can't expect much from Buck's. This place is a party, but it is the only place I can stay away from Angela and everyone else at my house. I didn't want to see them, didn't want to see my parents, Angela, none of them. I wasn't even going to see Curly in the reformatory. He was an idiot. Getting arrested for getting a fight with the socs. Wasn't even the ones who were trying to drown Ponyboy. Just the first ones he saw.

The damn idiots down stairs made it impossible to sleep. Buck had a little memorial for Dallas, just lit some candles though, nothing much. But he isn't rich, couldn't do much of anything. And now everyone was getting drunk trying to forget. We all knew Dallas, all of us had talked to him before. Half the girls here had slept with him. None of us could really believe the fact that he was actually dead and gone. Never to come back. Two-Bit, he was the one who told me. Was here getting a few drinks, looked like he was close to tears. That was the first sign something was wrong, Two-Bit, he never cried.

"Ey Keith what's wrong." He turned to face me, not even saying anything smart about me calling him Keith. Tears were on the verge of falling down his face. Something was wrong, Two-Bit, he supposedly had forgot to cry, like me and Dallas. He didn't just start crying like this. It wasn't the Two-Bit we all know. But Keith right now, he seemed to have lost all control everything. Something was wrong with him, he wasn't just drunk, there was something else bothering him.

"Tim?" His voice was cracking, he was... Something really bad had happened to him. Something really bad. "Tim, the kid. He's dead, so is Dally. When Johnny died, Dallas, he just broke. Went out, robbed some place or something then pulled a gun on the fuzz. They shot him down dead. Killed him right there. We tried to stop them, but they didn't hear us, they just kept shooting. And Ponyboy's in the hospital. He might die."

Dallas was dead. That's all I heard. He was dead, gone for good. Never coming back, never going to slash my tires, pick a fight, never going to do anything again. The fuzz, they finally got to kill the bastard. What they're been wanting to do forever. They've always wanted him dead, but they actually killed him. He didn't even have a loaded gun. Just the unloaded one Buck gave him. And he pulled it on the cops, knowing they were going to shoot him down. Knowing that he was going to die, go be with Johnny.

"Tim?" I ignored Two-Bit and walked up to Buck. He seemed unfazed by me being like this. It wasn't a whole surprise though. "Give me a room." I demanded, Buck saw the fire in my eyes. He pulled a key from behind the counter and gave it to me. "Here Tim." I pulled it out of his hand and stalked off up the stairs. He was mumbling something under his breath but didn't question me. That's exactly what I wanted. I felt like crying, that's not normal for Tim Shepard. I shouldn't cry. I don't cry. Crying is, it's weak. Crying shows your weaknesses, it shows you can break easily. Greasers don't cry.

As soon as I got up the stairs I looked at the key. Buck's house is more like a hotel really. He has different rooms you can "Rent" and stay for the night. Or if you were like Dallas stay all the time. All the people who will stay here on a regular basis have their own rooms. Mine just happened to be right next to Dally's. I felt my heart drop when I saw his room. I was going to start crying. Me and Dallas, we were friends, buddies. Even though we fought all the time we still were friends. And seeing his old room hurt. I walked to mine, opened the door and fell straight on the bed.

I never did cry. But I've been staying here for the past two days. The official funeral was tomorrow. One for both Johnny and Dally. The two of them were being buried next to each other. So far every greaser in town has decided to go. Even some socs want to come. And we aren't going to stop them. The socs, or some of them at least helped paid for their plots and for the coffins and things. We thanked them, socs and greasers may come together for this funeral but it's not the end of our fights. We will still hate them, while they still hate us.

A/N

Yep, updating for the first time since June, be happy friends. Hehe...

~JKUPCHURCH